Velvet Kingdom – A Fake Marriage Mafia Romance Read Online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“Baby? You’re calling me baby now?”

I go faster, fingers fucking, mouth licking. “You’re mine. Why not?”

“Sure, fine, call me whatever you want, just don’t stop.” Her back arches and she’s gripping the sheets. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Ask permission,” I command. “Ask before you finish.”

“Renzo!”

“Ask me, little mouse.”

“Let me come. Please, please let me come.”

“Good girl.” I curl my fingers, gliding them in and out of her slick, lovely pussy as my mouth does its filthy work. “Come for me.”

Like a switch flicked, she finally loses all control. Her limbs tense, her back tightens, and the flood of her orgasm is sweeter than honey. I don’t stop because I’m a bastard, I keep going, pushing her deeper and deeper until she’s finally gasping for air and pushing me back.

I lean up on my knees, grinning as she stares back at me, lips hanging open, face beet red.

“Shit,” she says, grinning. “Don’t tell me you’re going to make that a part of my routine.”

“I’d be happy to.” I clean her off my fingers, one by one.

“You really don’t mind that, do you?”

“I really don’t. I actually love it.”

She glances down at my erect cock. “I can see that.”

“Don’t worry about me tonight, baby.”

“Didn’t say I was going to.”

I laugh, unable to help it, and lie back down. She shimmies into her panties and pajama bottoms, but before she can slip away from me, I grab her and pull her against my chest, holding her tight. My hard cock presses against her ass.

“And now we’re cuddling?” she asks, but she doesn’t sound like she minds.

“Yes, we’re cuddling, at least until you fall asleep.” I brush her hair aside. “Do you want me to let you go?”

There’s a long pause, but she finally shakes her head. “No. Stay.”

“Good.” I relax into my pillow, her warm body close against mine. “Sleep now.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, sounding exhausted. “If you insist.”

Chapter 16

Maddie

Renzo’s gone when I wake up around six the next morning. I have no clue where he went, but I can’t bring myself to go searching through the house yet. I’d probably break some unspoken rule and he’d yell at me again.

Instead, I find my Bluetooth speaker at the bottom of a box in the closet, connect my phone, and head into the shower. I flip through my playlist of soothing nature sounds, mostly just generic stuff I found on Spotify, and settle on my favorite of all.

It doesn’t take long for the bathroom door to slam open. I’m mid-rinse when Renzo storms into the room, looking outraged. I barely manage to cover my breasts with my arms as he glares down at the speaker.

“What the fuck is that?” he demands.

“It’s my white noise. It helps me relax into the day.”

“Those are goddamn whale sounds.”

“Humpback whales, to be exact. And so what?”

“Absolutely not,” he mutters and turns off the speaker.

“Hey! That’s part of my morning routine!”

He glares at me sharp enough to shatter glass. “You have too many routines, bella topo.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one that wants to marry me, so you’d better get used to it.”

He shakes his head, grumbling something in Italian under his breath I can’t understand, but then he seems to relax as he stares at me in the water. I don’t like the look in his eye—there’s a little too much desire and possession there for my comfort.

“You’re right, I did want to marry you, and looking at you right now reminds me of why.”

“Could you give me some privacy, please? My whales are silenced. You may go.”

“I’d rather stay.”

“We’re not really partners, remember? You don’t get to watch me shower.”

“And if I were your real partner?”

I give him my smarmiest, cockiest smirk, and let my arms drop.

His eyes widen and he licks his lips.

Wow, he likes what he’s seeing. He really, really likes it, based on how fast his dick gets hard. It’s almost impressive. Definitely flattering.

But also scary.

“If you were really my partner, I’d let you join me in here. But you’re not, so get out, please.”

He doesn’t move. For a beat, I think he’s going to charge in here anyway. But he’s wearing his suit and I doubt he’s willing to waste a few thousand dollars just because he wants to prove some stupid point. After an agonizing few seconds, he turns and storms off, closing the door behind him.

I put in my earbuds when I’m out of the shower and listen to my whales in privacy.

Renzo appears as I finish putting on my normal light office makeup. He stands near the reading nook, arms crossed, and glances back as I give myself one last look in the mirror. I’m in a long skirt, heels, and a button-down. Simple, but professional.

“Here’s the deal,” he says, expression flat. I can’t tell if he’s angry or what. “You’re free to move around the house at will during the day. Mother doesn’t wake until later, around nine or ten, so don’t worry about running into her. At night, I ask that you’re more careful.”


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